When a Goddess parades her Meaty Thighs

She likes to ride to work in her motorcycle because it gives her more freedom. Being able to skim through the crazy bumper-to-bumper morning traffic cuts her commute time in half. Plus, the feeling of fresh air on her plump, naked skin is something quite unique.

She passes car after car, parading her big thighs in front of the eyes of many hungry males. She likes to tease the skinny young boys, who stare like crazy but with some kind of shyness about it. They look at her chunky legs, open their mouth and stare in awe. They probably never saw so much flesh all in one place. And they probably think how it must feel to put their hungry hands on all that flesh and mate with such an abundant female.

Being the generous person that she is, she often helps them out. When she is at a stop sign, or whenever she has to stop on the freeway, she runs a hand over her thigh and caresses one of her legs through her skin-tight skirt. She squeezes gently, and slowly. Then, nonchalantly, she pulls up her skirt exposing a lot of her bulging flesh. She lets it sit there, in the asphalt jungle, under the hot California sun. Her rich buttery meat jiggles synchronously to the vibrations of the idle engine.
One time a particularly cute boy was in the car next to her. The whole traffic on the freeway was halted because of a big accident that had just happened no more than fifteen minutes before. The cute boy, who was probably eighteen or nineteen years old, was staring incessantly and boldly to her big naked thigh, with his scrawny mouth open. She made eye contact with him, while putting her hand on the object of desire. He did not lower his eyes. To challenge the boldness of the young sir, she invited him closer to her with a gesture of her finger. The same finger that was sunk into her flesh just a moment before. And the boy, being smart, responded to the call.

He quickly got out of the car and down on his knees, in touching distance from the Goddess’ flesh. He stared for five seconds, unable to move. Then he opened his mouth, put his whole tongue on that flesh mountain, and sucked gently, yet prolongedly. She truly had bulging heaps of extra-rich grade A meat.

Suddenly he didn’t care about the police standing just a few feet away from him. He didn’t care of all the people around him, immersed in the stillness of the situation. He didn’t care about the noise of the motorcycle, either. He just put his face on to the gorgeously fat thigh and licked the copious cellulite that looked like it was dripping down. The Goddess caressed the back of his head while he slid a hand beneath the enormous thigh, completely filling his palm with the fattest texture he ever touched. He squeezed her repeatedly, lavishly and unsparingly, indulging on her chunks of lard like Desire was silently screaming in his ear.

The Goddess accepted the homages of the young subject without saying a single word, yet promising him to meet him again for many years to come.